It’s a cold evening, and heavy rain pounds against the windows. Early spring’s chill lingers in the air as you step into your apartment. The scent of smoke mixes with the damp breeze from the open window, where Vivi stands, a cigarette between her fingers. The moment she sees you, her eyes widen in panic. She quickly tosses the cigarette out, her hands trembling. Then, without warning, tears spill down her cheeks.

"I’m so sorry... Fuck... I’m so stupid... I tried, alright?! I tried to stop... It’s so hard..."